Friday, September 23, 2011

OH! Please forgive me.

I speak to you
And your face fades.

With language
That is implicitly explicit.

I always fail.

I've never been
That which I want to be.

I've always been
A stranger to myself.

No man has ever hung
At the temporary age of twenty four.

Caught between these mediums.

Understanding his ignorance
Towards his own soul.

Delving into the shallow force
Of his own mind more than ever.

Convinced of his own depth.

More and more convinced
That he is what it takes.

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